Then just because I didn't shut him up, he clambered up on my back and nearly throttled me with his arms round my neck; and-- what do you think ?--he began to kiss me! That was a drop too much.
"Stow it, kid!" I said.
"Dear, dear!" he said, getting regularly maudlin, and kissing me at about two a second.
"Let go, do you hear?
you're scrugging me." "Nice mannie," he said.
I didn't know what to do until I luckily thought of my grub.
"Like a bun ?" said I.
He let me go and was down beside me like a shot.

You should have seen him walk into that bun! His face was all over it, and the crumbs were about an inch deep all over the place.

When he got near the end of bun Number 1, he looked up as near choking as they make them, and said-- "I like buns awfully." "All right, have another," said I.

You see as his governor was going to meet him in town, it didn't matter much to me if he got gripes at night.
Anything to keep him quiet.
After the third bun he was about full up, and said he was thirsty.

I couldn't make the young ass understand that I had no water in the carriage.